I’m Baaaaack

While it’s certainly that time of year, I hadn’t anticipated making a Poltergeist reference there.

At any rate, I’m back. Writing again. It’s taken a long time, and though you may never have noticed, I really was gone. Like outside of myself or locked down deep inside me. I’m not sure. Either way… I’m back.

If you’ve found your way to my page because you were a follower of my photography business, thanks for checking things out. I really hope you’ll stay. I hope you’ll find some good laughs, a little inspiration, and some delightful stories. I hope you’ll understand that I can’t guarantee things will always be fun, but I do guarantee I will always write the truth.

I’m currently adding all my old blog posts from years ago, so after you read this post, if you continue to scroll, it may seem as though you’ve hopped in a time machine or that you lost my page. I assure you that you have not. If you know me, you know that my kids have gone by different names on my blog – always. Safety First. So, if you know me and you happen to see their real names on here, know it’s a boo-boo and I’ll be fixing it eventually.

If you’re not familiar with me or my family, here’s a quick rundown: I’m the wife of a farmer/sailor/mechanic we’ve been married almost 27 years, I think. He has been called Cornfed Papa, Husband, Beef, Daddy, and probably a few other names on here. I love him more than my luggage. We have been blessed with two miracle children. Yes, they really are miracles; click the Infertility tag and you’ll see. Our daughter was born first. She’s been Junior Mint, Biscuit, Skit, Sister, Line, and who knows what else on the old blogs. I don’t know what I’ll call her next. Sis. That’s a good name. I knew a Sis growing up and she is an incredible human. I like them for the same reasons. They take no crap; they love humans and have enough grit and grace to serve the marginalized well. They’re both funny too! Next up is our son, who has been called Fritz a lot, and Bother. Maybe D or Dee. It’s late and I’m tired. I’m just trying to get a quick intro in until tomorrow when I can properly edit and post more. He might stay Fritz or be Son from here on out. Who knows? Stick around and find out. Finally, I’m the mom, the author of the blog, the woman behind the screen, and the writer without a book deal. So far. I’ve been Cornfed Mama, Mama, The Lady of R Farm, and well, you get the gist. But I’ve decided that I’m not going to put anything of mine into the universe that I can’t claim, so I’m just Amy Sara now; more accurately, The Real Amy Sara. Pronounced: Aay Me’Say Rah (say it fast with a pause in the middle where the apostrophe is). I have written since I was 14 as a means of catharsis. That’s mostly what you’ll read. Stories that go deep and somehow end up on the surface.

Aptly describing my entire journey, I’ve coined this blog, “The Real AmySara | Messy Blessings” and I’m an open book. Sometimes that isn’t a good thing; I have kids now, so I might use a little caution. But recently, due to circumstances out of my control, I have no filter. So, if I write something that offends you, please know – in advance – that my intention is never to hurt anyone. Not to offend or tear down. I just want to be truthful, and sometimes, the truth isn’t pretty. There are blessings in all the messiness of life. Like the last sock in the bottom of the laundry pile, we’ve just got to keep looking until we find them. Just know I am a good girl, I love my momma, I love Jesus, and America too. I’m a good girl, I’m not crazy ’bout Elvis, but I love horses and my husband too! Okay, I’m known for that too… randomly breaking into song. So, since you’ve pretty much got a glimpse of who I am and who I hang out with, I’ll close this up with the beautiful words written by Rebecca Skloot from one of my most favorite books: